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He looked down at his prize. Her Irish eyes were bright with
excitement and expectation. Now that he was above her

she could breath and she was panting rapidly. Her lush breasts
quivered and the nipples were bright red. She was squeezing her
thighs back and forth against his.

"OK Nancy, I've been good to you. Giving you what you need. And
you are one fine piece. This box is so good. But now you're
gonna take care of me. What's good for me is good for you girl.
I'm gonna give you a good hard hammering and then hammer some
more. You ready little baby doll?"

Nancy had no idea what he was saying but she nodded eagerly. She
felt his shaft move backwards, tearing away the tender flesh
inside her. The motion seemed to pull all the nerves in her
body. When he was almost complete out he

rammed back in with all his force.

Hammering is what it was. He slammed against her over and over
again in a steady unrelenting beat.

Her body was like an anvil; sparks burst inside her with each
blow, each stroke seemed to go in deeper and if she could think
she would have thought that he was about to burst through her
skull. But the ecstasy and agony smashing together had carried
her to a different place. First her mind filled with bright
colors as the hammer of his body crashed into her deepest
corners. Then a heavenly mist took over and her body had no
feeling except bliss. Each thrust brought on another orgasm and
each orgasm just took her higher into the clouds.

Suddenly the pace of his attack accelerated. He had been
watching her body, enjoying the way her lovely breasts bounced as
he pounded her and the sweetly evil smile in her eyes as she
engulfed him entirely. But now he was getting ready to really
come. The shots before were his to control but now a violent
storm was gathering inside his shaft. Faster and faster he went.
Her sheath seemed to get tighter and tighter as his rod expanded
with the massive load; everything in him was flooding into his
cock and straining to burst in her fragile body. Still he
pumped; there was no rhythm now, just a frenzied pounding
accompanied by the banshee screams of the bed springs.

Then it happened.

His eyes rolled up in his head. He stopped moving. The tip of
his cock glowed red hot and then exploded.

Now he was shaking over and over as an endless stream jammed into
her tiny body. She was quaking and rattling and letting out
silent groans. His orgasm mixed with a climax of her own and flew
her into another dimension.

When she came to her senses finally she felt herself being lifted
up like a child's doll. He was now on his back, the bed so small
that he had to have his feet flat on the sheets and his knees up
in the air. He was lifting her up and he rested her plump bottom
on his knees.

She looked like an angel up there, a very sexy angel. Her eyes
twinkled warmly and her cute little nose flared with lust. A
carnal grin was on her face. Her hair was disheveled but caught
the dim light from the ceiling lamp creating a halo around her.

Her breasts stood out, firm and proud, the nipples straining to
be touched. Her flat belly fluttered with each of her shallow
breaths and her bush shimmered like a jewel. He pushed the tip
of his cock to the slight opening of her pussy. "Here we go
baby," he said as he plunged her down. She slid along his thighs
like she was sledding and as his cock filled her up she landed at
its base. She was screaming with joy and he lifted her up and
down the rod over and over again.

That was how it went. As promised, it went all night. All
morning too. When

Claudia came at lunch time she was sent away. Only the command
performance of the bunny lineup got him to give up his precious
toy.

Later on he joined the publisher in his office as they waited for
the little man to return and pick his three playmates for the
party; the mysterious man had slipped off with one of the bunnies
right after the lineup. The tall man told the publisher about
his evening activities and by the glow of the pipe the tall man
could tell publisher was intrigued.

The mysterious little man came to the room and they worked on the
selection. When Nancy McNeil's name came up the publisher vetoed
it; he had other plans for her. The meeting broke up and as the
tall man left the office he brushed against the bare shoulder of
Lorrie Manconi who was still wearing her bunny costume. She
giggled nervously and wiggled down the hall.

The tall man watched her round ass twitching as she moved away.
He pulled a list out of his pocket and checked it. He seemed to
make a mental note to himself then he rushed down the hall to
catch up with her. She giggled again as he put a strong arm
around her and sheparded her toward his little room.